When the Tianxiadian meeting was forcibly ended amidst the noise, Di Jiang, who only spoke a few times in the entire meeting but almost all of them gave orders, slowly stood up and walked out of the Tianxiadian amidst suppressed doubts and anger. .
His order was really unbelievable.
There was opposition from several sword-wielding families on the spot.
But an order is an order.
Di Jiang never gave in at all.
In the absence of Wang Tianzong, he has full authority to decide everything about the Wang family in the Imperial Army Mountain and Beihai.
No one can disobey the real order, and no one dares to resist now.
The first wild heavy rain in late summer and early autumn spread from the autumn water to the Holy State.
The sky is overcast and the air is cool.
Di Jiang stood in front of the Tianxia Hall, watching the frantic autumn rain beating on the simple cornices, and was silent for a long time.
Cang Qiong, the half-step invincible master of the Beihai Wang family, personally stood outside the Tianxia Palace.
Seeing Di Jiang walking out and facing countless unexplained glances in the Tianxia Palace, he gently closed the palace door.
"That's all."
Di Jiang murmured to himself.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Qing Qiong frowned and asked.
"This is the best option."
Di Jiang's figure walked into the wind and rain. His figure in the rain was extremely straight and firm, but also with a kind of overwhelming fatigue.
Cangqiong looked at his back quietly for a long time.
Di Jiang kept walking along the path, and the wind and rain fell on him, making his clothes wet in an instant.
Passing by a flower bed and passing by an exquisite small lake.
A narrow and straight stone road appeared in front of him.
This is a starting point.
Dibing Mountain is filled with colorful flowers, but when you look at it from this stone road, everything you see is gray and white.
It was an indescribable color that contained countless emotions, with endless desolation, extending all the way to the highest enemy in Imperial Arms Mountain.
There are no flowers, no green grass here.
There are only countless rocks piled up to form the hardest road.
Silent, solemn, solemn.
Almost divine.
Di Jiang's footsteps walked up the path.
At the end of the path are steps.
The steps are very high and each step needs to be taken very steadily.
Di Jiang's expression was calm, and he slowly moved upward, walking among the purest colors of the Imperial Army Mountain.
Under the crazy wind and rain, his figure walking quietly seemed to have completely blended into the gray.
At the end of the steps is a small space.
In the center of a platform of nearly two hundred square meters stands a huge stone that has been eroded by time and wind and rain for hundreds of years.
The densely packed names spread down on the boulders, carrying an indescribable solemnity and solemnity.
This is the least ornamental place in the entire Imperial Army Mountain.
This is the most sacred place in the entire Imperial Army Mountain.
This is also the highest place in the entire Imperial Army Mountain.
Xiongtai.
Heroic stone.
Di Jiang quietly looked at the stone that had stood here for hundreds of years and the names on it.
There are many densely packed names.
But with every name, traces of their existence can be found in the history of the Beihai Wang family.
Victims, warriors, missing persons...
Everyone, no matter the ending.
Their names are carved on this stone, indicating their contributions to the Wang family in Beihai.
Di Jiang found his ancestors on it.
The Jiang surnames are arranged neatly one by one.
And directly above the Jiang family is a name that still shines in the Beihai Wang family tree.
Wang Fuyu.
Tianjiao's younger brother.
He is also the ancestor of their Jiang family.
Di Jiang smiled.
He stared deeply at each name, and his laughter had a noticeable tremor.
At this moment, his eyes were crazy and solemn, with unparalleled persistence and passion.
It was as if endless pressure was pressing down on him, and he was lifted up with incomparable strength.
"sorry... "
He spoke softly, looked at Jiang's ancestors, and said softly: "I'm sorry..."
He said sorry countless times.
But the only thing that responded to him was wind and rain.
Light footsteps sounded on the steps.
The sound of footsteps was intermittent, lingering in Di Jiang's consciousness, coming and going, but getting closer and closer to him.
Di Jiang turned his head warily, then froze on the spot.
In his sight, a man dressed in white almost floated up to the stage of the hero.
The white dress evaporated with the high temperature and the falling wind and rain.
Fine short hair is neat and tidy.
Her face was still beautiful, but extremely pale and dull.
Her steps were gentle and erratic, and she slowly walked towards the Hall of Heroes, like a ghost without any life.
Di Jiang looked at her state quietly, feeling complicated in his heart.
Wang Yuetong said nothing.
She stood in front of the Heroic Stone and looked at the names one by one. After a long time, she said softly: "Brother Jiang, have you imprisoned the heads of the seven sword-wielding families?"
"yes."
Di Jiang said softly that he had a clear conscience, so there was no need to explain anything.
Wang Yuetong looked down quietly.
This is the highest point of Emperor Bing Mountain, so you can naturally see the whole view of Emperor Bing Mountain.
Through the trees and the sea of flowers, Imperial Soldier Mountain is moving.
The square, every path, the top of the mountain, the mountainside, the foot of the mountain...
There's movement everywhere.
Countless people are walking down.
Even the tens of thousands of elite members of the Northern Navy regiment stationed at the foot of the mountain are moving.
The internal guards guarding the Imperial Army Mountain were also on the move.
Wang Yuetong watched all this quietly and asked, "Why?"
"There are two large-scale exercises within the Northern Navy Regiment in Canglan and Fudao. Now counting the time, they should set off. As for the internal defense troops, they have been too comfortable in recent years, although their daily training has not been maintained. Yes, but sufficient combat effectiveness does not mean advanced combat awareness, so I dropped them to Canglan to participate in this exercise together."
Di Jiang's voice was calm without any fluctuation.
Wang Yuetong looked at everything in his sight.
A sniper battalion originally affiliated with the internal security forces on the mountainside was also mobilized in full force and began to descend the mountain.
And closest to the top of the mountain, teams one by one began to leave the Imperial Army Mountain.
Wang Yuetong's heart felt empty: "Zhutian troops are leaving too?"
"Everyone go."
Di Jiang said softly: "They are needed for the exercise."
"What about here?"
Wang Yuetong asked: "He is coming. Is there any force here that can stop him?"
"And I."
Di Jiang said: "I will try my best to stop him in front of the hero stage."
"What if you are no match for him?"
Wang Yuetong looked into Di Jiang's eyes: "The old man has fallen. If you fail..."
"That was my failure too."
Di Jiang's voice was calm and cruel: "It is only my own failure. It is not the failure of Emperor Bing Mountain. All the power on Emperor Bing Mountain has been drained. In an empty state, he came to Emperor Bing Mountain and could only defeat As for me, he can't defeat the Emperor's Armed Forces. Even if he ascends to the Xiongxiong Platform, he is just a villain who took advantage of the situation. This is my mistake and has nothing to do with the Emperor's Armed Forces or the Beihai Wang Family."
Wang Yuetong stood there and looked at Di Jiang, stunned.
She finally understood Di Jiang's plan.
He imprisoned the heads of the seven sword-wielding families to prevent them from intervening in this battle.
He mobilized all the power on the Imperial Arms Mountain, leaving the Imperial Armed Mountains empty.
He stayed here alone, waiting for Li Tianlan.
He will do his best to protect everything belonging to the Wang family in Beihai.
But he is also prepared to bear all the humiliation and failure.
Even here, it was only Dijiang who failed.
Di Jiang is not named Wang.
Even if he failed, even if he was humiliated, it was Di Jiang who suffered all this.
Some people may question whether the transfer of the Zhutian troops and the transfer of the internal guards means retreating without a fight. They are cowards and cowards.
But it was Di Jiang who made this decision.
Facing Li Tianlan who was about to come to Emperor Bingshan, Di Jiang was well prepared.
If he wins, everyone is happy.
When he failed, all the infamy, all the humiliation, and all the failure were borne by him alone.
Wang Yuetong's eyes were a little dazed.
"Why do you do this?"
she murmured.
"For Beihai."
Di Jiang's voice was still calm and calm.
He turned his head and looked at the names of the ancestors of the Jiang family, and finally there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
"Ancestors of our Jiang family."
He pointed to the name at the top next to Wang Fuyu: "When the Jiang family was established, they happened to face the strongest counterattack from the East Island. They wanted to get back half of the land that now belongs to Beihai, and experts came in and out. My Our ancestors led less than thirty of the Jiang family's elites to block the Qiushui, and fought fiercely for a day and a night, killing nearly six hundred masters of the East Island, and died of exhaustion."
"My grandfather."
"Thirty years ago, when I was still young, I went deep into the Star Kingdom alone and rescued nearly 300 elite members of the Beihai Wang family who were besieged in the Star Kingdom. During the more than 400 kilometers of road from the Federal City to the seaside, he contained the Star Kingdom. Half of the men in black in the country killed fifteen peak Thunder Realm masters from the Star Kingdom alone, and when his body was sent back, it was almost completely intact."
He took a deep breath and stared at the name belonging to the Jiang family with great affection: "The names carved on the Heroic Stone have countless identities, but there is only one identity belonging to the Jiang family, and they are all victims."
"but me... "
He laughed, thinking about everything that might happen, the humiliation he would endure, the infamy he would suffer, and the failure he would face: "If I am lucky enough in the future, when my name is engraved on the Heroic Stone, I should be the only coward in the Jiang family. It is also the only one on the Xiongxiong Rock... "
"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you do this?"
Wang Yuetong looked at him: "Your own future is the future of the Wang family in Beihai."
"I haven't thought about my future."
Di Jiang said calmly: "But in the future of the Beihai Wang family..."
"If I fail, I will be opposed by many sword-wielding families, and even disgusted and spurned by countless people in Beihai. Naturally, I am not worthy of sitting in this position."
He said softly: "So the future of the Beihai Wang family will have to wait until Shengxiao comes back."
Wang Yuetong's body shook slightly.
If Di Jiang fails.
He preserved the power of Emperor Bingshan, but suffered endless infamy.
At that time, Wang Shengxiao came back from Eastern Europe and could naturally sit in his position and take charge of everything of the Wang family in Beihai as the heir.
Justified.
"Did you plan this?"
Wang Yuetong looked at him and asked.
Di Jiang did not answer this question, but simply said: "This is my own choice."
He looked at the names on the Heroic Stone and said softly: "I'm sorry for them, but I won't regret it."